On the Occasion of Seven Republicans Voting Guilty

I remember Mrs. Jester’s house.
Reddish paint, curtains always open.
Mostly I remember her apple tree
blossoms bountiful,
sturdy limbs to climb.

That house has not aged well.
Foundation cracked,
three-quarters sinking low.
Panes of glass missing,
cracked or in shards.

Apple tree now diseased,
fallen waste dead at base,
putrefied in stinking mold.
All branches save one,
diseased from within.

Seven fruit, avoiding pestilence,
catch a bracing breeze,
land far away from tree.
Far from decaying rot,
their goodness intact.

Children on a walkabout
give wide room that rotting tree,
but see the golden orbs
and recognize their worth.
They stuff their pockets full.

At home the fruit is buffed and cored,
cut in quarters and enjoyed.
Children, wise beyond their years,
save seeds to grow again.
The youth shall become the sowers
and goodness shall survive.

3 thoughts on “On the Occasion of Seven Republicans Voting Guilty

  1. Helen Dehner February 14, 2021 / 10:07 am

    Great metaphorical take on the state of our Union … ended on a beautifully positive note!

    Liked by 1 person

    • lillian February 15, 2021 / 2:10 pm

      Thank you, Helen. Yep….I always try to end up on the positive side of reflections.


  2. V.J. Knutson February 15, 2021 / 3:33 pm

    Children carry the seeds of hope for sure. Good write.


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